Chapter 8 “Curtain Call on the Zortixian Blues”
Although centuries had passed on the planet Earth just over a decade had passed on Zortixia. As you may have guessed Zortixia was on a different time warp. If the Greek Gods had not bestowed immortality on Willie Montenez he would have long ago perished. Little known to Willie his father’s murderer, Albo Jiber, had managed to consolidate power including wiping out most of his initial supporters!
Opposition and even perceived or potential opposition was brutally supressed and “protection camps” were full to the rafters even though show trials eliminated many of the camp population the ever-paranoid Jiber had increasing amounts of “enemies” interned. The blackbooters raped and murdered unchecked at whim. The media was simply a mouthpiece for praise of Jiber.
Before there was no resistance left small bands of Zortixians banded into cells mounting several assassination attempts on Jiber but his blackbooters, fanatical to the end, hurled themselves over the bombs and blocked the death rays. The once timid Zortixians were risking more to banish the curse of the Opposite Party but Jiber hung on.
The lot of the Opposite Party had deteriorated throughout The Federation. In fact Zortixia remained the sole Opposite Party in power other than in Zorollia but no one ever took them seriously. As the Opposite Party crumbled so did Jiber’s fantasy of empires and great conquering armies. All that remained to be terrorized was Zortixia, a planet which he loathed. Jiber had planned to use Zortixia as his base for galactical conquest but in his weakened position there was little to advance his dreams.
Jiber was desolate, forlorn, constipated and subject to violent drinking fits of Mar-Go-Ritas. Temper tantrums were common and that usually spelt the death of hundreds. The final blow to his regime was driven home when the new provisional Anti Opposite Front holding power in The Federation imposed a trade boycott on Zortixia. Upon hearing this news Jiber locked himself in his bunker and wept for hours. A trade embargo upon Zortixia that relied heavily on imported food was going to undercut his power as when blackbooters were starving they would be heading in a very unfriendly way towards the Jiber!
When Jiber emerged from his bunker there was a strange glint in his eyes and he appeared disorientated. He spoke in a barely audible manner and stared constantly at his hands. His tantrums subsided but more died for doing less. His speeches were full of unintelligible mumbo jumbo. It was rumoured he was suffering from a certain sexually transmitted disease that eventually led to insanity. Even his personal security detail of blackbooters were growing apprehensive.
As the Jiber deteriorated cells of opposition formed the Jiber Resistance Club which unleashed attacks on Opposite Party members, those that had not disappeared. The once silenced journalists still surviving began to infiltrate the media and write sly Aesopian tracts and articles mocking the Jiber. Jiber was so preoccupied with the mounting challenges to his power that one morning he went on his daily walk without his security detail. It was a joyous day in Zortixia!